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Eastman memories

To my way of thinking the very epicenter of Rochester's beauty, artistry and creativity has been and always will be Eastman School of Music. I captured this late night image to bring to mind the hundreds of thousands of hours spent by decades of hopeful musicians in practice rooms, master classes, in lessons and auditions and in performances. 


It brings back memories of my GRYWE concerts, lessons with Bonita Boyd, Linda DiMartino and John Thomas, and the awe-inspiring visual, emotional and auditory feasts spent under that twinkling chandelier. That's where I fell in love with music and with you, Eastman School of Music.

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